Trusting in the sovereignty of God comes most easily in the abstract. The further out the reality, the easier it is to piously nod my head. But as the concentric circles get closer in to me and my actual life, the higher the stakes get, and the stronger the impulse becomes to take things into my own hands.
Because, of course, I do have hands. I can get things done with them. I know how to best make my life—as you know how to best make yours, I’m sure. I’ve got dreams and strategies and checklists.
I have never seen God’s hands, but unseen things are no less true.
Woe to those who quarrel with their Maker, those who are nothing but potsherds among the potsherds on the ground. Does the clay say to the potter, “What are you making?” Does your work say, “The potter has no hands”?
Isaiah 45:9
No, no argument. Not today. I will simply trust. And surrender. And go to bed.
